As always when his mockery aroused wrath within her,wrath fought with laughter at his impudence.
“Don't be absurd.”
“And would you mind satisfying my curiosity on one point which has bothered me for some time?Did you have no womanly repugnance,no delicate shrinking from marrying not just one man but two for whom you had no love or even affection?Or have I been misinformed about the delicacy of our Southern womanhood?”
“Rhett!”
“I have my answer.I always felt that women had a hardness and endurance unknown to men,despite the pretty idea taught me in childhood that women are frail,tender,sensitive creatures.But after all,according to the Continental code of etiquette,it's very bad form for husband and wife to love each other.Very bad taste,indeed.I always felt that the European had the right idea in that matter.Marry for convenience and love for pleasure.A sensible system,don't you think?You are closer to the old country than I thought.”
How pleasant it would be to shout at him:“I did not marry for convenience!”But unfortunately,Rhett had her there and any protest of injured innocence would only bring more barbed remarks from him.
“How you do run on,”she said coolly.Anxious to change the subject,she asked:“How did you ever get out of jail?”
“Oh,that!”he answered,making an airy gesture.“Not much trouble.They let me out this morning.I employed a delicate system of blackmail on a friend in Washington who is quite high in the councils of the Federal government.A splendid fellow—one of the staunch Union patriots from whom I used to buy muskets and hoop skirts for the Confederacy.When my distressing predicament was brought to his attention in the right way,he hastened to use his influence,and so I was released.Influence is everything,Scarlett.Remember that when you get arrested.Influence is everything,and guilt or innocence merely an academic question.”
“I'll take oath you weren't innocent.”
“No,now that I am free of the toils,I'll frankly admit that I'm as guilty as Cain.I did kill the nigger.He was uppity to a lady,and what else could a Southern gentleman do?And while I'm confessing,I must admit that I shot a Yankee cavalryman after some words in a barroom.I was not charged with that peccadillo,so perhaps some other poor devil has been hanged for it,long since.”
He was so blithe about his murders her blood chilled.Words of moral indignation rose to her lips but suddenly she remembered the Yankee who lay under the tangle of scuppernong vines at Tara.He had not been on her conscience any more than a roach upon which she might have stepped.She could not sit in judgment on Rhett when she was as guilty as he.
“And,as I seem to be making a clean breast of it,I must tell you,in strictest confidence (that means,don't tell Miss Pittypat!)that I did have the money,safe in a bank in Liverpool.”
“The money?”
“Yes,the money the Yankees were so curious about.Scarlett,it wasn't altogether meanness that kept me from giving you the money you wanted.If I'd drawn a draft they could have traced it somehow and I doubt if you'd have gotten a cent.My only hope lay in doing nothing.I knew the money was pretty safe,for if worst came to worst,if they had located it and tried to take it away from me,I would have named every Yankee patriot who sold me bullets and machinery during the war.Then there would have been a stink,for some of them are high up in Washington now.In fact,it was my threat to unbosom my conscience about them that got me out of jail.I—”
“Do you mean you—you actually have the Confederate gold?”
“Not all of it.Good Heavens,no!There must be fifty or more ex-blockaders who have plenty salted away in Nassau and England and Canada.We will be pretty unpopular with the Confederates who weren't as slick as we were.I have got close to half a million.Just think,Scarlett,a half-million dollars,if you'd only restrained your fiery nature and not rushed into wedlock again!”
A half-million dollars.She felt a pang of almost physical sickness at the thought of so much money.It was hard to believe there was so much money in all this bitter and poverty-stricken world.So much money,so very much money,and someone else had it,someone who took it lightly and didn't need it.And she had only a sick elderly husband and this dirty,piddling,little store between her and a hostile world.It wasn't fair that a reprobate like Rhett Butler should have so much and she,who carried so heavy a load,should have so little.She hated him,sitting there in his dandified attire,taunting her.Well,she wouldn't swell his conceit by complimenting him on his cleverness.She longed viciously for sharp words with which to cut him.
“I suppose you think it's honest to keep the Confederate money.Well,it isn't.It's plain out and out stealing and you know it.I wouldn't have that on my conscience.”
“My!How sour the grapes are today!”he exclaimed,screwing up his face.“And just whom am I stealing from?”
She was silent,trying to think just whom indeed.After all,he had only done what Frank had done on a small scale.
